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Grab that ladder, bro.
Grab everything|that you've got.
Where the hell are we?
- Where are we headed?|- Due north. It's a hike.
Then another|ten minute ride in.
What, man?|Are you serious?
'Cause you already had us travelling|an hour in this wilderness.
What's the matter, Tex?
- Tired already?|- F*ck you, man.
Well, come on.
I said north!
Come on, man,|it's freezing here.
Just keep moving.
Ready to win this?
I can't wait to|get to Florida.
We can share lodgings.
- What's that smell?|- Man.
Don't you think|you're overdoing it?
They're just kids.
Death's an exact science.
- Hoes before bros.|- You're an ass.
I'm going to the back,|drink cocktails...
Okay, you got me|on this one.
Over the next few hours,|copper oxide from the coins
will react|with the body fluids.
Leaving a coin imprint|on the body tissue,
used for determining the length|of time the body's laid there.
These kids won't|know what's hit them.
Anything I should|know about?
They've been washed down|with acid long ago.
Used for our company's|offender rehabilitation programs
a while back.
No one's|been here in years.
Well, unfortunately, most crime|scenes are inhospitable.
My students are|up to the challenge.
You hear that?
That's just it... Nothing.
Where's the wildlife?
Larry, how'd you get|involved in this?
Anything about this|place we need to know?
What you got here is
Guantanamo Bay's|ugly twin sister.
Joking aside, some bad shit|has happened here in the past.
What you got is your new D-MORT.
Disaster Mortuary|Operational Response Team.
What kind of bad shit?
I don't know.
Take a look.
Your guess is|as good as mine.
Welcome to hell.
Driver's Larry Jessop.
I had him set up the|communication system you wanted.
He'll assist you.
You rely on|him for anything you need.
I'll be your chauffeur|and your chef
and your|all-around dog's body.
Welcome to Eerie Strait.
There are only two places|available
in the forensic|trainee's scheme.
You will need to work in pairs.
Study it thoroughly.
Some of you will be|working alongside entomology.
Others will be combining|your expertise
in toxicology and geology.
This is quite deliberate.
Forensic science D-MORT|internship does not discriminate
Plot 13 Eerie Strait|is now uninhabited,
surrounded by low-lying|swampland.
One is for food and equipment,|the other is for accommodation,
while this one is for|surveillance and instructions.
Eerie's out of range|for cell phone use,
so you will be|given walkie-talkies.
Each site is in a remote|area of the camp
Get your things,|we'll meet back here.
Looks like we're on|different teams.
Just as well.
You'd only|cheat at pathology.
- What about Josh?|- He's with Stetson.
One thing's for sure...|this place is a rathole.
No, no, no, no.|The meat goes over there.
That is not the kitchen.|Drop it and come back for your kit.
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